Oh yeah, You read the headline correctly. Except I call them all Pop-Tarts. But who knows who might get their corporate panties in a bunch if I called Hanna's block-busting creations Pop-Tarts on this world famous blog? I'm not sure I care, but someone might. Bunched panties aside, I am smitten by these things. I could eat all of them, but I was relegated to one because of a pesky concept called "sharing".
Well, Hanna heard my pleas for more home made goodness. At no point could Kellogg's (now Kellanova?) make something this earth-shatteringly good. At least nothing that could be packaged and sold for $2.99 at your favorite grocer. I asked Hanna when I could expect my weekly deliveries of these things, but we will have to see how it all pans out. You know, job, Fitness in the Fastlane, social life, they would all have to be put on hold if I'm to get as many of these as I want. Oh well.
Don't feel sorry for the Hound Dog because he doesn't get home made Pop-tarts. He sleeps on Egyptian Cotton sheets, after all.
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